Shattering

Glass in my heart
Burrowed so deep
It's like this disire
That penatrates me
I burn so hot
I'm frozen in ice
In my heart
I know it's time

There's a man
Under the sycamore
His face is cold and tired
He would lay down his life
For a moment of love
But no one does he find

I reach out to touch him
But in the moment he's gone
He laid his life down for another
But the other did not love
With a spar of ice he wrought
Into the sycamore's trunk
"Do not cry for me my love
Because you love me not."